Elbows and Eyelashes If he had the strength to he would have told her how he loves the dimples on his cheeks, because she once loved the dimples on his cheeks. And he loves the way his bones jut from his elbows, because that's what she loved long ago. If she had the valour to she would have told him how, she once loved the dimples on his cheeks, but they faded to fragments of the past. And she loved the way his bones jut from his elbows, but now the skin is stretched to barely fit. She prayed to the heavens for the courage to love him once more. He looked to her perfect eyelashes, now drenched and swimming in her scarlet tinted skin. He reached to rid of the tears and restore her porcelain tone. But his touched was lost on her, and she was empty. His desperation was worthless. He feared that if he said anything, he would lose her completely.

#3 I still think It's completely appropriate To call you 'Cutie' and 'boo' And to say I love you When it most certainly Is not. #3 from the Untitled series. An occurrence I just had. I should probably stop. (Just to justify myself, I only use 'cutie' and/or 'boo' in the most ironic terms possible. But he is a cutie and I wished he was my boo.)

#2 With passion seeping from your pores You don't know How beautiful you are When you speak of What you love #2 of the Untitled series (Previously called "your glow", but I felt unhappy with that title)

#1 Dark streets and empty minds Where I envision my being If I were to display a metaphor to my #life It would be in a dark street with an empty mind Walking down aimlessly Not in sadness, but in anonymity or maybe even indifference. #1 of the Untitled series

To You And I The black veil you need, it keeps you safe but still. Sadness became your best friend, the best friend you need to kill. But how do you kill the only thing you know? And what can possibly help you let go? How can you fucking be vulnerable, when you've been so hurt that you NEED control? Don't tell me how I should act, Don't fucking tell me what I need to do, I'm the one in recovery Not Fucking You. It's the battle of three halves, You, me and me. I need you to know I'm better, I want you to know that I'm still not. I need you to know that I support you, I want you to know it's not the end of the plot. It's not the end of your story, though I know you wish it was. I love love love you, I don't want a round of applause. Nothing is forever, I know that to be true. Stop comparing yourself, that's the biggest clue. • This is the biggest jumble of emotions, I was not expecting tonight. I don't even expect this to be relatable to anyone. Writing is always an exploration of everything I've ever felt. At the beginning, I never know the end.